Is it wrong of me to not feel hopeful and full of purpose so early in the year? To feel like the boxer in the ring , face smooshed against the mat, head pounding, fighting back the tears, tapping down the anger at the one who threw her down to the mat?
I want to yell, “Hey!!! I’m the one who is victim to your lies and mean spiritness. Why are you the winner?”
But I don’t. Or I can’t. In the middle of all this female indignation of #timesup , I, a woman can’t stand up against another woman who has more power than me and my own. I feel very much like Oprah Winfrey’s character in “The Color Purple”. They all circle around the bully, support her and empower her.
And me. I just grunt silently and write mightily.